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Sherlock stood up and faced John. "What do you mean I am an idiot? I am far more intelligent then you!"
John just smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Then how come you don't know what you did to make Molly so upset?"
Sherlock could here his laugh as he stomped into his room. He flung himself onto his bed and steepled his fingers under his chin. Why was Molly mad at him? He attempted to recall the past hour as to why she would have left in such a flurry. Everything had been going so well until... Oh God! She thought he regretted kissing her! he hurriedly got out of bed and ran out into the living room.
"John! Were going to Molly's apartment. Let's go!" And with that Sherlock ran out of 221B, without his jacket or scarf. Now that was a first. John grabbed Sherlock's jacket and scarf and headed out of the apartment. He must have figured out what was wrong. John was proud of him. Thinking of someone else other than himself. When John got to the street Sherlock was already sitting in a cab about to drive off. John quickly opened the door and plopped in just as the cab began to move. He tossed Sherlock's jacket and scarf over to him in a heap. Sherlock stared at the items in his lap.
"I never forget John." He then put on his jacket and scarf. Then he just stared straight ahead, planning his words in his brain to say to Molly. When they reached her apartment, Sherlock got out leaving John to pay the cabbie.
Sherlock barged into her apartment without so much as knocking. He knew Molly's bad habit of not locking her door. He saw her asleep on the couch, huddled into the fetal position, used tissues creating a lovely pillow for Toby. He hurried over to her and knelt in front of her. Oh my Molly. How he had already hurt her. He cupped her cheek and she sighed into his hand. Her eyes fluttered open and looked dreamily into his piercing blue eyes. Then she did something no one would expect.
She pushed Sherlock away. Hard. And quickly scrambled away to the other side of the couch away from him. She began to shake and cover her eyes. Almost to the point of scratching at her eyes. Sherlock stared at her not knowing what to do. John ran over to her and pulled her hands from her face.
"Molly! Listen to me Molly! It's just us. It's just Sherlock and John. Calm down Molly." She looked at John and then at Sherlock and the fear that he saw there was almost unbearable. She rested her head back onto the sofa and breathed slowly until Sherlock thought she was asleep. He slowly crawled over to her and checked her pulse. Still rather fast but stable. She didn't move when he touched her so he figured she was probably asleep so he picked her up and carried her into her room. He laid her onto her bed and brushed her hair out of her face. He kissed her forehead then turned to leave. She reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Stay" She whispered.
And whether or not she was sane at the moment, he crawled into her bed next to her, wrapped her into his arms, and held her until he too fell asleep.